Grandmaster Hunter of Age of Mythology

Grandpa Nick crawled over on the ground, moving very slowly. He hoped to attack them by surprise. Seeing that they had let down their guard, he might give it a try.

About ten meters away, through a few trees, I could hear them talking. They were talking about the assassin instructor who was killed, the second in command of the organization...

Grandpa Nick guessed that the assassin instructor was not killed by them, but by the brat, and he was very relieved. He had long been disdainful of professional grades because the assessment standards could not explain anything.

However, high-level professions, whether in terms of fighting spirit realm or actual combat capabilities, are all convincing to a certain extent. The brat's fighting spirit is far inferior to others, but his experience is no worse than any top master.

The four enemies were talking, their words revealing resentment and fear. It turned out that this group of unknown mercenaries had killed the second in command of the organization!

The old man guessed that he should be hiding in the nearby area and continuing to fight. Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation in his heart - he was eager to meet up with the brat and hear in person how he accomplished such an amazing feat.

In a flash, the old man rushed out like a gust of wind. Before the enemies on the opposite side could react, one of them was killed, his throat was cut by a sharp blade, and blood splattered everywhere. Then, another enemy was not spared either. An extremely sharp hunting knife slashed across his carotid artery at lightning speed, leaving a shocking huge cut, and scarlet blood gushed out, which could not be stopped at all.

In the blink of an eye, two enemies were killed. The remaining two woke up from their dreams and rushed into battle. However, facing the fierce attack and superb martial arts of the old man, they seemed powerless. Especially when the old man put on the pair of steel gloves that shone with cold light, it was like a tiger with wings, and the power doubled. With this indestructible weapon, the old man quickly took control of the entire battle.

For the next five minutes or so, the two sides engaged in a thrilling, life-and-death battle. Although the two light infantrymen tried their best, they were ultimately unable to withstand the old man's superb assassination skills and unstoppable momentum.

Finally, with two dull sounds of falling to the ground, the two poor soldiers breathed their last and died with hatred. It turned out that their speed was too mediocre and could not be compared with those well-trained and battle-hardened elite scouts. In this cruel duel, only the strong can survive.

The old man searched me and only took away gold coins and food. He gave up on the wine after taking a sip. It wasn't that it tasted bad, but you couldn't eat things with smell during a battle.

At this moment, I can't even resist taking a few puffs of my beloved pipe, let alone this kind of strong liquor?

Sit down and continue setting up the rack, continue grilling, and have a hot meal before making any plans.

I looked at the pile of loot one by one, infantry crossbow, sixty crossbow arrows. They were useless, so I threw them into the fire to destroy them. I found an exquisite dagger, with a gold and gemstone handle and a shark skin sheath. I waved it a few times: "Is the table knife so exquisite? Well, keep it for yourself."

It is said that things in this world are often full of variables and coincidences, and we should look at them from two perspectives.

The place where Kashin was located was unexpectedly far away from the cruel battlefield where many masters gathered. It was like a quiet and peaceful paradise and was extremely safe.

He was quietly immersed in meditation, as if he had forgotten all the noise and chaos around him, and only woke up slowly in the dead of night.

When the clever silver wolf was leaving, he skillfully used the technique of mental communication to convey his whereabouts to Kashin.

When Kashin fell into a meditative state, he naturally knew all of this. Thinking that his employer was out of danger, Kashin could not help but feel a surge of joy in his heart. After all, this way, this difficult mission still had a chance to continue.

If the employer unfortunately dies, all the rich man's beautiful dreams and expectations will be shattered. Not only that, but the huge amount of time and pain he has spent before will also be wasted.

Fortunately, the situation has not yet developed to such a bad level, and everything seems to be salvageable.

At this critical moment, Kashin unexpectedly discovered that basic meditation has magical healing effects.

So he hurried back and carefully read the original work again, trying to find whether there were any key secrets that had been missed.

As expected, after some in-depth research, he was pleasantly surprised to find that as long as he concentrated his mental power on the wound, he could gradually relieve and improve the injury. At this moment, the originally hideous wound had begun to scar, and it no longer hindered normal movement.

However, although there were still waves of pain in the wound, it could be easily dealt with by taking some precious medicines seized from the old assassin.

The efficacy of these drugs was even better than those the captain had given him, which was truly amazing. Because of this, Kashin did not lack any necessary things at the moment.

After taking a short rest and having a simple meal, he continued to move forward quietly in the dark night without hesitation...

The enemies are now scattered around Yinpan Town, and the new lord is guarding it tightly and has issued a decree to kill any stranger without mercy.

Therefore, they kept a close eye on all exits, deployed their forces in a very dispersed manner, and also arranged groups of assassins mainly for assassination on the periphery.

After walking for more than ten miles, Kashin was actually behind them. Yinpan Town was located in a plain in the canyon below, and the area marked on the map was more than seventy miles in radius.

If he sniffed his nose, he could smell the barbecue, but he also scoffed at it because not many people actually lived in the jungle all year round.

Apart from anything else, the small animals around them would have run away long ago after they made such a fuss. Human habits are deadly...

Following the scent, he soon discovered the hidden assassin. The murderous aura brought Kashin an instinctive sense of fear, and was also a clue for tracking.

Entering the dense jungle, there were no torches lit, and it was silent, but people were hiding inside. Kashin found a place to meditate, and as his hearing extended, he locked onto their weak heartbeats and almost minute breathing rates.

Assassin's breathing method?

He is the only one lying in ambush here, waiting for an opportunity to strike. They are also highly perceptive soldiers, so it is not advisable to get close to them.

After knowing where he was, Kashin quietly stepped back a little, took out a wolf tooth arrow from his space backpack, picked up the weapon repair box, and fumbled for a file, grinding wheel and other items.

Then the arrowhead was polished and the tip was adjusted to be sharper. This was an arrow carefully designed by my grandfather. The center of gravity of the whole arrow was very balanced and it was developed for precision.

Now the arrowhead is sharpened only to reduce the sound of breaking through the air, so on this basis, the center of gravity balance is restored, so the arrowhead is sharpened as a whole.

Use fighting spirit to increase the strength, after the initial grinding on the grinding wheel, use a file to correct it, and then use sandpaper to smooth it out, and apply a little special grease...

After about half an hour, I returned and used my hearing to identify the assassin through meditation again...

Boom~

From a distance of a hundred meters, there was a very crisp sound of the bowstring, and the arrowhead spun at a high speed, passing through the tree trunks and accurately piercing the assassin's chest.

After reducing the sound of breaking through the air, the assassin was immersed in the breathing method and did not react in time. The arrowhead hit the target, but it was too late when the assassin let out a shrill scream.

Hearing the scream in response, Kashin quickly appeared behind him and could feel that the man was nailed to the tree trunk and could not move.

The man wasn't dead yet, and even a scream would cause him excruciating pain. He was trying his best to maintain a posture that would make him feel better.